(He frowns, eyes narrowing when Matoba speaks again. He isn't sure what Matoba can see. He closes his hand around it tightly and though he knows more than he's admitted, it's easy to play the fool when no one expects more from you.
Matoba saw something. Felt something. That much was obvious.)
... What was it? (And so Matoba doesn't try to play it off, he follows up pointedly,) You're in a good mood.
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Matoba saw something. Felt something. That much was obvious.)
... What was it? (And so Matoba doesn't try to play it off, he follows up pointedly,) You're in a good mood.